After becoming the personal model of the boss

Zhou Shangan's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at He Xiancheng steadily.

He Xiancheng frowned, and his dark eyes were full of emotions.

They don't seem to have officially said, together.

But now it's officially over.

Zhou Shang'an looked stubborn, bit his lower lip tightly, opened his eyes wide, and held back tears in his eyes.

He Xiancheng's heart shrank suddenly, he loosened his grip on Zhou Shang'an's arm, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shang'an..."

"Stop messing around, okay?"

Zhou Shang'an was startled when he heard the words, his eyes widened, his vision was already blurred, and in his vision, the outline of He Xiancheng was like a halo of light.

Surprise, puzzlement, and finally anger flashed in his eyes.

Zhou Shang'an opened his mouth and said in a trembling voice, "...Am I making trouble?"

Zhou Shang'an took a deep breath, he shook off He Xiancheng's hand, and glared at He Xiancheng, "Brother..."

He paused, then continued... I, Gao Jing, you choose one. "

He Xiancheng's eyes trembled, his brows frowned slightly, and the hand that Zhou Shangan shook off froze in the air, a little stiff.

After a long silence, He Xiancheng didn't answer, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he just looked at Zhou Shang'an.

Zhou Shangan looked at He Xiancheng, his heart seemed to be clenched tightly.

He seemed to be in a net, the ropes were gradually drawn together, suffocation, panic spread from the bottom of his heart and limbs, but no one came to rescue him, and the person who pushed him down was he who was looking forward to being able to save his people.

Zhou Shangan was still crying.

Tears rolled down his jaw and finally dripped down his collar, leaving a clear tear stain on the boy's fair cheeks.

Zhou Shangan wiped his eyes, he was speechless.

He Xiancheng stretched out his hand towards him, and Zhou Shangan was hugged tightly by him before he could react.

He Xiancheng wrapped his arms around him, and Zhou Shangan could feel He Xiansheng's firm and tight muscles beating against his shoulder bones.

He Xiancheng embraced his shoulders and hugged his waist. In comparison, Zhou Shangan's thin body seemed to be embedded in He Xiancheng's arms.

Zhou Shangan was taken aback by the warm temperature coming from the man's body. He was in a daze for a moment, staring at the light in front of him.

He Xiancheng's chin rested on Zhou Shang'an's shoulder, Zhou Shang'an couldn't see his face, only He Xiancheng's voice was hoarse, deep, and seemed to be trembling: "Shang'an, don't cry..."

Zhou Shang's heart suddenly shrank, he looked at the landscape lights in front of him, and he couldn't see the pedestrians passing by, the surprised, shocked, and probing eyes of others.

He could only hear He Xiancheng's voice and feel He Xiancheng's temperature.

And, He Xiancheng whispered in his ear: "Don't cry..."

"My heart aches."

The voice was not loud, but Zhou Shangan still heard it.

In an instant, his tears fell straight down like a broken pearl chain.

On Zhou, An Xin's mouth hurt even worse.

And he knew it too.

He Xianjing will also be in pain.

He Xiancheng would feel uncomfortable if he cried.

He Xiancheng hugged him so tightly that his ribs seemed to be pressed together.

They are like fish in the mud, wetting each other's body with foam, but they are still in pain.

So?

The light in front of him flickered, and Zhou Shangan seemed to come back to his senses suddenly. He was still a little dazed, but he still grasped He Xiancheng's arm rationally, and pushed He Xiancheng forward.

He Xiancheng hugged him tightly.

When Zhou Shangan insisted on pushing He Xiancheng away, Zhou Shangan saw that He Xiancheng's eyes were red.

He Xiancheng's dark eyes were no longer calm, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

Zhou Shang'an's throat was astringent, and he was choked up for a while, unable to speak. He paused for a moment, then opened his mouth, squeezed out a voice from his throat, and said hoarsely: "You...

He looked into He Xiancheng's eyes, his heart ached, but he continued to finish his sentence.

"You still haven't given me that answer."

Zhou Shang'an lowered his eyes, not looking at He Xiancheng's expression, avoiding He Xiancheng's gaze.

He took a deep breath and clenched the hand hanging by his side. Even so, his voice was still trembling, "Brother, I wish you happiness." After Zhou Shangan finished speaking, he immediately turned around and walked to the western restaurant.

His arm was grabbed again violently, He Xiancheng's voice was low and hoarse, and he said slowly: "...Does it have to be like this?"

Zhou Shang'an heard that her heart was so sore that it would burst open in a second.

Does it have to be like this?

Is that what he wants?

Both he and He Xiancheng were in pain.

The two are torturing each other.

Tears filled Zhou Shang'an's eyes, slid down and wet his cheeks, he nodded, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Yes."

Zhou Shang'an thought, you can't be too greedy, you can't let go of both ends.

It is said that he is soft-hearted, but in fact the most soft-hearted one should be He Xiancheng.

And Zhou Shang'an thought again, brother, if I quit, you won't have to suffer so much.

And he himself, can take his time.

Zhou Shang'an withdrew his hand, but he didn't look back, and He Xiancheng didn't follow.

When he walked to the door of the restaurant, Zhou Shang'an's face was wet with tears.

He went to the bathroom to tidy up, and when he returned to his seat, Xiaotian had already returned.

Gao Yu handed him the menu, "Shang'an, where did you go just now? I called you several times but didn't answer."

Ann took the menu with lowered eyes on Zhou Shang.

Gao Yu smiled, and said again: "I thought you were lost."

Xiaotian, who was sitting in the sidelines, suddenly turned to face Zhou Shangan, bowed his head, and said sincerely, "Master Zhou, I'm sorry for making you worry." Zhou Shangan was stunned, and then he recovered.

Xiaotian's posture seemed that he had to kneel down if he didn't answer.

Zhou Shangan quickly waved his hand, saying it's okay, it's okay, I just went the wrong way just now, so I just looked at it casually, and it was too late when I came back. "

Gao Jing was at the entrance of the cake shop, and He Xiancheng disappeared after turning around.

When He Xiancheng came back again, Gao Jing hurried over, held He Xiancheng's arm tightly, pretended to be sullen, and said coquettishly: "Xiancheng, where have you been? You have been gone for so long, leaving me here as a patient, you..."

He Xiancheng looked at him suddenly, his eyes seemed to be frozen, which made his heart tremble.

Gao Jing was startled, and immediately shut up.

He Xiancheng turned his head, after a while, Gao Jing opened his mouth, and when he wanted to say something, He Xiancheng said directly: "Go home."

Gao Jing frowned, looked at He Xiancheng strangely, and then looked around as if looking for something.

The two returned home.

And until the evening, He Xiancheng just sat alone in the studio, smoking a cigarette, neither saying nor doing anything.

The studio did not turn on the lights, the sun had completely set, and the afterglow was almost gone. Gao Jing walked to the door of the studio. The room was dark, and there was a vague figure on the sofa, with a little scarlet flickering on his fingertips.

Gao Jing knocked on the door, but He Xiancheng didn't respond, he mechanically repeated the action of smoking, exhaling bursts of smoke.

A strong and pungent smell lingered in the room.

Gao Jing frowned. He came over to call He Xiancheng a few times, but this time he couldn't help feeling a little impatient.

"How long are you going to stay here?"

Gao Jing flicked the light switch, and white light suddenly filled the whole room.

The eyes of both of them narrowed uncomfortably.

He Xiancheng turned his head to look at Gao Jing, his expression seemed to be ten years older in an instant, his dark eyes were like pools of stagnant water, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

Gao Jing was startled, and suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.

He hurried over, sat next to He Xiancheng, grabbed He Xiancheng's wrist, shook it, and said anxiously: "What's the matter? Tell me, don't make me worry, okay?"

He Xiancheng took a puff of cigarette, and when he exhaled a string of cigarettes, he looked towards the balcony, did not mention the matter with Zhou Shang'an, but said: "I saw that man today."

He Xiancheng's tone was calm, but Gao Jingxin slapped twice suddenly, the bad premonition in his heart spread even more intensely, he unconsciously clenched He Xiancheng's hand, and asked, "Which man?"

He Xiancheng lowered his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he said: "The man who pestered you back then."

Gao Jing was startled, his body was slightly stiff, he looked at He Xiancheng in disbelief, his lips trembled, he smiled, then stopped immediately, saying this...

How... how, Gao... Gao Yu, how could he appear here? "

He Xiancheng affirmed: "Yes, in the shopping mall, he was in a wheelchair, but I recognized him."

Hearing this, Gao Jing's hand holding He Xiancheng trembled violently.

He Xiancheng glanced at Gao Jing.

"At first, I just thought it looked familiar, but when I thought about it, I suddenly remembered that it was the man who came to trouble you when you were in college..."

Gao Jing's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes were stunned, he looked at the scarlet spot on He Xiancheng's fingertips, and muttered: "No, no..."

Gao Jing let go of He Xiancheng, looked out of the window through the man in front of him, his gaze was misty, as if out of focus.

Seeing this, He Xiancheng looked at Gao Jing and frowned. He held Gao Jing's scarred hand, frowned, and called out, "Gao Jing?"

Gao Jing seemed to have regained his senses just now, he looked at He Xiancheng, his lips trembled, and finally, he raised his hand to cover his face, and when he looked at He Xiancheng again, Gao Jing got up and said: "I...I have something to do, I'll go out first One trip, I'll be right back."

After finishing speaking, Gao Jing immediately turned and left.

He Xiancheng chased after him for two steps, and Gao Jing quickly went downstairs, only knowing that he would be back soon, and then disappeared.

He Xiancheng stopped, and he looked at the dark corridor. In an instant, he was surrounded by layers of fatigue.

He Xiancheng sat down on the stairs.

At night, the cold wind blew, and the chill was piercing. He Xiancheng was wearing a thin shirt. He was burning a cigarette, but not smoking.

The wind makes him sober, and the smoke makes him refreshed. It seems that only in this way can he feel better.

Gao Jing ran into the downstairs of the residents, a quiet alley.

He took out his phone and pressed a series of numbers with trembling fingers.

The phone rang twice and was connected.

There was a questioning "Hello?" from a young man's voice.

Gao Jing's voice trembled, mixed with fear, and said, Xiao Ye...Gao Yu, where is Gao Yu now? "

Qi Ye didn't speak, but paused for two seconds before asking, "Is Gao Jing?"

Qi Ye is Gao Jing's childhood child. He grew up in a courtyard when he was young. Qi Ye has always grown up in his hometown, and Gao Jing has rarely returned home since he was admitted to other cities by university, but the relationship between the two has always been. Never broke.

Gao Jing quickly responded, "Yes, I am."

"Where's Gao Yu?"

Qi Ye didn't answer.

Gao Jing was startled, and suddenly shouted into the phone: "You lied to me!